Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I had no idea you were so slutty, sweetheart,” growls Bruce.
“But yeah, we can make sure you have something in you as you climax,” agrees Burke. “Trust us, you’ll enjoy it.”
Happiness floods through my form then, and my curves tremble with appreciation.
“Thank you,” I breathe. “I just wanted to make sure because you know, this is all new to me. Before you guys came along, I was a virgin in both ways.”
The men’s blue eyes gleam, their bodies so hard.
“We know,” growls Burke.
“Giving your ass and pussy cherries to us was the best gift we’ve ever had,” rasps Bruce. “You have our appreciation always, little girl. Besides, we’re your daddies now,” he adds. “That means we look after you, come what may.”
“You’re our goddess,” adds Bruce, his voice still stern but losing its edge. “We’d do anything to make you happy.” He takes a stride over to the bed and sits down, patting his lap invitingly. I can’t resist. Unable to hide my eagerness, I skip over to him and sit on his lap, my hands going around his neck as his arms encircle my waist.
He looks into my face as Burke joins him on the bed, taking my legs where they dangle off Bruce’s knees and laying them across his lap. I gaze into the two insanely handsome faces, side by side, as they take me in. These men are truly heavenly, from the intense blue of their eyes, to their perfect lips and square jaws.
“I’m relieved,” I whisper. “I want you bare, too. I’m so glad I don’t have to be worried about protection anymore.”
“I know we just met,” says Burke. “But we’ll always take care of you, baby girl.” I nod, grateful.
“It’s not just that, though,” I explain. “I have to know more about you guys. I mean, I know you don’t want to share more, but you’re criminals.”
The words hang in the air, and I brace myself, expecting them to lash out. But instead, it’s just silence. There’s almost no reaction. Bruce and Burke just keep looking at me, listening, waiting for me to continue. And it’s in that moment that I realize my lovers aren’t ashamed of their occupation. It’s what they do, and I continue with my explanation.
“It’s that I never really had a sense of belonging, and you’re the first. That’s why I want to know more about you. Remember all of that stuff I told you last time? About feeling like a princess locked up in a fortress? It’s been like that my whole life. I hate my father. He’s never shown me the kind of protection and loyalty you offer.”
“He’s given you all of this, though,” says Burke, gesturing around the room with his giant spade of a hand. “You’re living in the lap of luxury.”
I chuckle bitterly.
“This rich girl life? It’s not what it seems,” I say, my voice trembling. “It looks like I have it all, but my father has never said a kind word to me or to my mother. He’s awful. I hate my family. But most of all, I hate my father.” Bruce’s hand rubs my back lovingly, his other arm staying around my waist. Burke caresses my legs where they lie across his lap. Both of them are listening and nodding as if they understand.
“We get it, princess,” says Bruce, his breath hot on my neck. He kisses me there, and I shiver. “Our family life was never the best, either.”
“We both always hated our father, too,” adds Burke.
“Really?” I ask eagerly, perking up. We really are sharing, and it makes me so happy.
“Yeah,” confirms Bruce. “John was a son of a bitch. He used to beat us up. Used to beat our mother up, too. He used to drink and whore away his salary and stay away for days, shirking his responsibilities as a husband and father.”
“It really fucked up our home life,” adds Burke, his eyes suddenly far away. “Our mom became a shell of a person because she’s not the confrontational type. She couldn’t stand up for herself or for us.” This sounds familiar, and my heart breaks for my lovers. But Burke continues. “She was a good mother, though, even if she couldn’t face up to our father. She instilled a love for learning and reading in us. Made sure we got a good education.”
“But it was too hard. One day, Emily just up and left, didn’t she, brother?” says Bruce, trying to sound blasé. Burke nods, his eyes shuttered. I wonder what he’s seeing. Is he thinking of his mother’s face?
“We came home from school one day, and she was gone. Never saw her again. Can’t say I blame her,” continues Bruce. “But it was still a bad thing to happen. We left too, after that. We were only sixteen, but it was better than living at home with that son of a bitch. We dropped out of school and ended up on the streets, but we never stopped studying and reading. We always kept our minds busy. Even then, we knew learning was important.”